10, 5, 1

Ten years ago...
I lived in a basement Boulder Creek Apartment in Pullman with roommates Monique and Lisa. I was spending more time than I should at an apartment a few rows forward with Tony and not nearly enough time studying such topics as Physics 102, Chem 106, Embryology and Cell Physiology. I worked at SESRC with Lindsay and Cori. GO COUGS! I missed my family, especially my sister. I was restless, I remember that clearly. There were nights that I would tell Tony that I just wanted to run for as long as I could and see where I ended up. I was restless, and excited and I was happy and oblivious of what was to come.

Five years ago...
Tony, Aidan and I moved from Bellingham back to Pasco. We lived in home that we made all our own, with color and grass and flowers and trees. I worked as the director of a nonprofit that supported teen parents. Working with young, struggling moms was like a backward step in time in some ways from the work I did as a family advocate in a homeless shelter for women with children in Bellingham. The work was satisfying and stressful, but part-time. I loved having time for Aidan and was anxiously awaiting Nadia as an addition early that summer. Life was changing and we were adapting. Life was busy and we were happy, and yes, I was oblivious of what was to come.

One year ago...
Tony, Aidan, Nadia and I decided it was time to build a house. We were growing and we were accumulating this and that and toys and cats and things and mementos and stuff and oh yes, papers. We were settled but bulging. Tony the engineer, me the teacher, Aidan and Nadia the pre-k and preschoolers respectively. We loved walking and building and singing and dancing and legos and babies. We were close and we were happy and yes, we were oblivious of what was and what is to come.

You're it. Give me your 10, 5, 1
Andria, I expect to see yours soon.